Chapter 389: Chapter 389

389: Chapter 376: The All-Knowing Li Jiujiu 389: Chapter 376: The All-Knowing Li Jiujiu Fang Geyu didn’t care much about Meng Zifei’s fate; she sized up Su Jing with a glance and expressed her suspicion, “That’s really strange.

If that were true, you should have moved against Meng Zifei the moment he met with Mohe River in private.

Why have you so patiently listened to him list his sins?”

Miss Fang’s eyes gleamed craftily, “But his confession isn’t over yet.

Since you’ve been so patient, why not continue to listen before cutting him to pieces?

What’s the reason for suddenly losing your temper and attacking?”

Su Jing replied indifferently, “I strike when I feel like it.”

Fang Geyu’s gaze lifted, “What’s got you so angry?”

A few locks of hair fell from Fang Geyu’s forehead, the Sword Intent lingering ceaselessly around her pale, jade-like fingertips.

Fang Geyu’s expression stiffened.

Su Jing flicked her sleeve, “Which eye of yours saw me angry?”

Her face was as cold and detached as usual, the only difference being that while speaking, her gaze subconsciously shifted elsewhere.

She then realized this reflexive action made her seem guilty and turned her head back towards Fang Geyu.

Miss Jing repeated herself with a cold, clear, and serious tone, “I am not angry.”

Why did Su Jing, who just a moment ago seemed frighteningly cold and filled with murderous intent, now appear less scary?

Baili An finished applying medicine to Meng Zifei’s wounds, stopping the bleeding.

He looked pensive as he observed the injuries Meng Zifei had sustained from the Second Realm; eyes lowered, he asked, “Why tell me all this?”

Meng Zifei’s expression was complex, “In this life, I’ve lived carelessly and recklessly, but oddly enough, I still wanted others to know I was a gentleman of benevolence, righteousness, and loyalty.

Yet I know that I am but a mean mortal.

“I have desires, immense ones that remain unfulfilled, rooted deep within, unchangeable in nature.

I am no gentleman, but I’ve pretended to be one, and in the end, I’ve become a figure so vile that even I feel disgusted.”

Baili An was calm and collected, “That’s not why you’re confessing now.”

“Yes,” Meng Zifei took a deep breath, a self-mocking smile on his face, “In the end, all these words are just more dignified excuses for myself.

It’s just that, seeing Ghost in that state, it was like looking at my future self.”

Ghost Lang had once been a bright scholar of the righteous path, possessing the potential to ascend, savoring the wanderer’s life with sword in hand.

But in a moment, he was defeated by his desires, unable even to find release in death.

Meng Zifei admitted he was not so noble to have chosen to bravely battle against the Second Realm.

He simply wanted to die with some dignity, to let the Second Realm know, even a small character like himself, caught in the trickery of fate, was not one to be toyed with at will.

“I know that today’s confessions won’t make me seem any more upright or sincere, but these words have been pent up inside me for so long.

Saying them out loud, it really feels liberating.

Brother Si Chen, though Zifei never truly committed any treacherous acts against you, evil thoughts did cross my mind, and so I dare not consider myself as a friend any longer.

Today, as we part, I hope Brother Si Chen will meet true friends.

After all is said and done, remain sincere.”

Meng Zifei finished speaking and turned no more, leaping into the devouring Abyss.

The young master and his sword, never to be seen again.

“Who knew that Young Master Meng would also be such a hopeless romantic,” Li Jiujiu lamented.

Though a horsetail whisk is but an inanimate object, he was still willing to pay for it with his life.

At this moment, she finally understood why Su Jing, upon having her rabbit mask destroyed, would act so fiercely out of character against an unknown individual.

“Seeing how calm you are, it appears you already knew about Meng Zifei’s inner thoughts?” Fang Geyu said to Baili An.

Fang Geyu quickly changed the subject, her tone inscrutable, “This man’s desires run deep.

While he seems to be on the righteous path, in reality, he teeters on the edge between darkness and light, with shadows in his heart but still capable of compassion.

I’m not surprised you let him go, but Su Jing, you…”

Fang Geyu paused, her tone shifting, “Just now you wanted his life, but now you’re just watching him leave.

Is the Taixuan Young Master no longer concerned with him secretly allying with Mohe River?”

Su Jing’s eyes faintly veiled, she said calmly, “The Second Realm has fallen, and he seeks his own death.

Why should I bother?”

With a faint smile, Fang Geyu’s gaze implied a clash of swords, “Meng Zifei made his stance clear early on, intending to go to the Second Realm to meet death.

Yet Young Master, you’ve already ‘bothered.’ Why not see it through?”

Su Jing remained silent, her gaze growing colder by the moment.

Li Jiujiu, sensing tension, quickly prodded Fang Geyu’s side, “Geyu, what’s with you?

Speaking with barbs in your words.

Weren’t you and Jing sister getting along just fine before?

Why be so aggressive over a small matter?”

Fang Geyu shot a glance, “Which side are you on?”

Li Jiujiu paused, then smiled knowingly.

It was just the couple playfully quarreling.

She glanced at Su Jing’s expression, inwardly helpless and shaking her head.

Then, leaning closer, she whispered to Fang Geyu, “I know in the past few days, Jing sister has been quite cold to you, hardly willing to talk.

You must have hit a nerve with her; royalty can’t stand being ignored.

You want to provoke her deliberately to get her attention, right?

You understand my ass!

Fang Geyu thought, wanting to smash her head in.

Su Jing’s countenance was frosty and menacing; the ink-black irises of her eyes seemed to flow with dangerous lustre, “If I hear that disrespectful and ridiculous title again, I won’t mind going crazy like that lunatic and wiping the Lihe Sect off the map.”

Li Jiujiu instantly became quiet as a cicada in winter.

Fighting between the two of you, dragging my Lihe Sect into it, what a disaster for no reason.

Baili An was unconcerned with the trivial quarrel, because the ice coffin he had brought back, after consuming his blood, began to gradually stir with life.

He felt an exceptionally familiar presence.

Baili An’s heart surged with shock.

How could Sister Si Li appear here in Coffin form?

An ordinary examination in Xianling City, how many ancient figures will be drawn into the fray before being willing to call it quits?

Originally, in Kongcang Mountain, he had witnessed Si Li’s power firsthand, but now, trapped within this cold black coffin, weakened to such an extent that she needed the nourishment of his blood to be detected.

Baili An couldn’t imagine what kind of being could have wounded her to such a feeble state.

The corpse demon’s Coffin is the last protection mechanism when one is at the end of their rope, but it comes with a hefty price; one must slumber for a hundred years within the coffin before they can be resurrected.

No wonder, even Pici couldn’t breach this black ice’s defenses.